I DIDN’T HEAR THAT FIRST PART BROTHER! BUT LET’S GET THIS STRAIGHT HOG = THE PACK! I DON’T SUPPORT ORANGE PEDOPHILES! I ONLY CRANK MY HOG WITH CONSENTING ADULTS!
I HAD TO DRINK SO MUCH PRUNE JUICE THIS WEEK THAT IM GONNA HAVE TO MISS THE RIDE BOYS BECAUSE NO TELLING WHEN IT’LL FIRE OFF SO PROMISE YOU’LL CRANK ONE FOR ME
We’re not allowed to CRANK OUR HOGS!?
I DIDN’T HEAR THAT FIRST PART BROTHER! BUT LET’S GET THIS STRAIGHT HOG = THE PACK! I DON’T SUPPORT ORANGE PEDOPHILES! I ONLY CRANK MY HOG WITH CONSENTING ADULTS!
I HAD TO DRINK SO MUCH PRUNE JUICE THIS WEEK THAT IM GONNA HAVE TO MISS THE RIDE BOYS BECAUSE NO TELLING WHEN IT’LL FIRE OFF SO PROMISE YOU’LL CRANK ONE FOR ME
I’LL CRANK ONE OUT FOR YOU!
HOG IS LIFE AND NOBODY GETS TO TELL ME WHO I AM! AAAARRRROOOOOOO!
NEARLY SHID MYSELF WHEN I RED THAT BRUTHER
GUBMINT INVENTED CLIBBINS TO STOP US FROM CRANKING OUR HOGS GONNA ROUND UP A POSSE AT BINGO NIGHT TO TAKE OUR FREEDOM BACK GOBBLESS
No, we’ve come full circle to Georgian-era levels of euphemism. Now, we instead “call on Mister Boopsy.”